Chapter 8. Ji Qingyu shook her head...
Ji Qingyu shook his head, trying to get up, but his legs were numb. He didn't care and anxiously reached for his phone.
Fu Han walked over to Ji Qingyu and pulled him into his arms. Ji Qingyu had to wrap his arms around Fu Han's back and said nervously in a low voice, "I can walk, I can walk by myself."
Fu Han ignored Ji Qingyu, picked him up and walked out. Ji Qingyu could only cling to him like a sloth until Fu Han put him on the sofa.
Before Ji Qingyu could react, the person behind her walked over carrying a box; it was a doctor. Ji Qingyu looked at Fu Han somewhat uneasily, unsure of his intentions.
Did she find out something, which is why she was so angry? Did she find out he had a miscarriage? That's impossible, that's incredibly perceptive…
"Check his throat and the back of his neck together, be careful," Fu Han instructed.
The examination didn't take long. The doctor took off his gloves and looked at the wound on the back of his neck: "The wound on your neck has already scabbed over. This wound was really deep, ouch. You can apply some scar-reducing cream after the scab falls off. But unfortunately, your throat is beyond saving."
Ji Qingyu sat there, feeling nothing particularly special. He had asked about it when he was first injured, and had seen different doctors afterward, but gradually he had given up hope. However, hearing this conclusion again still left him feeling somewhat dejected. After a while, he felt as if someone had tapped his heart with a small awl.
The doctor took out the camera equipment: "Mr. Fu, look, the vocal cords were damaged too severely. The fact that your wife is not only standing in front of you perfectly fine and can still speak is already the best possible outcome."
"Is there any way to improve this?" Fu Han asked.
"...Drink more to soothe your throat, and I'll prescribe some medicine," the doctor said. "But don't get your hopes up too high...just maintaining the current state is fine."
“I’m paying you all a lot of money to support you, not to freeload.” Fu Han was completely unreasonable, tapping his fingers rhythmically, his expression unreadable. “If you just want to maintain the status quo, you can pack your bags and leave.”
The doctor wiped his sweat and said softly, "But Mr. Fu, some damage is irreversible. Once it exists, it exists... No matter how powerful or influential you are, you can't turn back time."
After the doctor finished prescribing the medicine and giving Ji Qingyu instructions, Fu Han's gaze fell on Ji Qingyu with a scrutinizing look: "What's wrong with your throat?"
Ji Qingyu sat there, her hands clasped together, and remained silent for a while.
"Why did your brother sing your songs at his concert?" Fu Han continued to ask. Ji Qingyu sat on the sofa, sweating on his back. He realized that Fu Han must have seen Ji Ran's phone call that morning, and since Fu Han really liked listening to Ji Ran's songs, it wasn't surprising that he could connect these things together.
He wanted to make an excuse, but Fu Han was too close, and Ji Qingyu's mind went blank.
“Even if you don’t tell me, I can find out myself. Be obedient.” Ji Qingyu shrank back in surprise, but was pulled back. Fu Han lowered his gaze and commanded, “Speak.”
Ji Qingyu's heart was beating faster and faster. He was quickly losing ground in this game between the two of them. He knew that it would be difficult to keep the truth hidden, but he couldn't trust Ji Ran. Was Fu Han trustworthy? They were both the type to hold grudges and would cause trouble if they offended either of them.
“My voice was accidentally injured after I dropped out of school. I sold the song to Ji Ran for money.” Ji Qingyu’s voice trembled as she tried her best to calm herself down. “That’s how it is.”
Fu Han didn't respond to him. His fingers stroked Ji Qingyu's earlobe, then moved to the delicate ear cartilage. He pinched it gently, as if trying to discern the truthfulness of Ji Qingyu's words.
Ji Qingyu sighed inwardly, pressed her face against Fu Han's hand, her voice tight, and said something she couldn't even convince herself: "I love you, how could I dare to lie to you?"
Fu Han seemed disgusted by those words, and suddenly let go of her hand. "Are you trying to drag the entire Fu family down with you if there are any disputes about your songs later?"
She was just worried that Ji Ran's reputation would be damaged because of this, Ji Qingyu thought. "I'm sorry, I didn't know I would marry you. Besides, Ji Ran didn't do anything wrong. Please calm down."
Fu Han paused, his tone inexplicably worsening, "How much did he pay for it?"
"...400,000."
"The sofa you're sitting on right now is worth more than 400,000 yuan." Fu Han exhaled heavily and smashed an ivory porcelain cup on the island counter. "Are those songs really that worthless to you?"
Ji Qingyu remained silent.
“You don’t need to worry about this,” Fu Han stood up. Ji Qingyu looked up at him and saw that he was frowning, with undisguised annoyance in his eyes. “You’re one of a kind, to have the ability to scheme against me and still survive like this.”
Ji Qingyu pursed his lips. He didn't feel any pain, just numbness. His ears rang, and his attention became somewhat scattered.
Fu Han's voice came over. He was instructing Wang Sao to make him some pear syrup, and then carefully went over the doctor's prescription with Wang Sao.
Afterwards, Fu Han put his phone to his ear, seemingly contacting someone. His footsteps faded into the distance. Ji Qingyu watched his tall and slender figure, and briefly recalled some past events.
In his second year of high school, the arts festival ended smoothly. Fu Han did not perform, and the program was changed to a solo piano performance and singing by him.
The program was changed at the last minute. It is said that something happened in Fu Han's family and he rushed back to deal with it, so he stood up his teacher and everyone else.
Ji Qingyu was forced into this role. Although he had worked at a livehouse before and had to play the piano on stage almost every few days, he had never sung a song.
He was very nervous. As soon as he opened his mouth, the whole room fell silent, followed by a roar of cheers.
His eyes were fixed on the microphone and piano keys in front of him, and a cultural performance caused a sensation throughout the school.
During the curtain call, Ji Qingyu saw Fu Han standing in the corner of the last row of the concert hall.
Among so many people present, Ji Qingyu could only see him, like a bewitching elf from a horror story, tilting his head in the darkness and smiling at Ji Qingyu. He vanished, hidden in the darkness, as if he had never appeared.
Ji Qingyu stood on the stage, somewhat dazed.
His fan club spread from the livehouse to the school, but Ji Qingyu didn't adapt well, and couldn't even say she liked it.
Gifts kept appearing in his desk. He opened it once, and a pornographic book fell out, depicting Ao and O's bodies intertwined. He released his grip as if stung by a wasp, shoving the book into the back of his desk. Afterward, he asked the head of his fan club to stop sending him gifts.
He remains the same, always alone and away from crowds.
Gradually, his image disappeared from the school's confession wall, and life seemed to gradually return to normal, which finally put his mind at ease.
The high school students' enthusiasm only lasted a short while, and besides, his personality wasn't very likable. The matter soon came to an end, and at the same time, another more important thing came: the sports meet. The summer vacation started the day after the sports meet ended.
Ji Qingyu wasn't good at sports. He usually just sat down by himself or went for a walk during these group activities. But for some inexplicable reason, he remembered the adult book that had been gathering dust on his desk.
He took advantage of the fact that no one had returned to the classroom and hid in the most secluded corner of the school park to watch.
He had seen these things before. Embarrassingly, before he differentiated, he was shown porn by Brother Ma from the fruit stand next door. It was about two betas. He put himself in the shoes of them and didn't find it interesting. In the movie, the two were moaning loudly and were at their climax when Brother Ma saw him stand up to leave and yelled at him, asking if there was something wrong with him.
But the more he read the book, the more engrossed he became.
He had never known that there was such a thing between an Alpha and an Omega. The Alpha's teeth were so sharp, wouldn't it hurt a lot? The Omega looked like he was in a lot of pain.
He unconsciously bit his fingers, feeling scared yet intently flipping through the pages.
But that day, a ghost appeared; a gray shadow fell over the book, and Ji Qingyu thought it was going to rain. She looked up and saw Fu Han's face. The sight of that face so close was incredibly impactful.
He paused for a moment, reacted slowly, blushed, and hurriedly remembered to get the book, but Fu Han still snatched it away.
Ji Qingyu jumped up to grab it, shouting, "Those are mine!"
Fu Han held his hand high and waved it in front of Ji Qingyu's eyes again and again. Ji Qingyu's mind was in a mess. She tugged at his school uniform sleeve like a rabbit, her face red and her breath coming in gasps.
"You want it that badly?" Fu Han seemed to be in a good mood.
Ji Qingyu was anxious and agitated, unable to utter a single word. He was panting heavily, tears welling up in his eyes, almost forced out by Fu Han. He couldn't distinguish which emotion was stronger—heat, embarrassment, or anger—and in the end, all he could hear was Fu Han's laughter.
Ji Qingyu's face flushed. He placed one hand on her hair, while holding the book in the other, he flipped through a few more pages. The sensory stimulation was raw and unadulterated; Fu Han could even smell the faint scent of rain in the air—Ji Qingyu's pheromones.
"I didn't realize you liked this kind of thing." Fu Han carefully examined it, speaking slowly and deliberately. "I thought you were a good kid."
Ji Qingyu stood there, finally enraged. He didn't even want the book anymore and just wanted to leave, but Fu Han grabbed him by the back of his collar and pulled him back. "Now that I've discovered this secret, don't you need to give me something as hush money?"
"You, you," Ji Qingyu uttered several "you"s in a row, his hands clenched into fists, his eyes red with anger. He was so angry he wanted to cry. He knew it was wrong to peek at such things, but what Fu Han did was even worse. He really wanted to punch Fu Han in the face, but he didn't dare to actually do it.
"What? You're so annoying, so bothersome, how can you be like this?" Fu Han mimicked Ji Qingyu's voice, speaking softly and slowly, a mocking smile playing on his lips.
"What do you want?" Ji Qingyu relented, lowering her head and cursing under her breath, "I have no money..."
"It's nothing," Fu Han stroked his chin and thought for a moment, "How about you sing me a song?"
“You were almost finished singing that song on stage when I arrived. Sing it for me again.” Fu Han twirled the book in his hand and tossed it back into Ji Qingyu’s arms. “I want to hear the full version.”
He found a clean tree trunk, leaned against it with his arms crossed, like a leisurely magnolia blossom. His beautiful porcelain-white skin was enveloped in the shadows of the tree, and dappled sunlight fell on his face.
Ji Qingyu stared at him blankly for a long time before she came to her senses. He sang nervously, and Fu Han slowly closed his eyes, listening to the whole song with a relaxed feeling.
"Not bad," Fu Han commented.
Ji Qingyu swallowed nervously, but didn't respond.
The light and shadow folded into a transparent glass with sharp edges, folding the two of them inside. Ji Qingyu was a little embarrassed. He didn't know what to say, so he turned and left. This time, Fu Han didn't stop him. His mind was in a mess, and he walked a long way in one breath.
Summer in Mingde is very hot. The heat rises and steams, and Ji Qingyu sees a mirage of water vapor floating in her eyes, making everything seem unreal.
At the corner of the teaching building, Ji Qingyu was bumped by a female omega. The omega seemed even more nervous than him, hurriedly apologized, and left in the direction of the park.
Ji Qingyu said a beat late in the minute, "It's nothing."
He stood there for a while, then suddenly felt something was wrong, so he turned around and ran back.
The wind lifted the hem of his clothes, and Ji Qingyu's pace quickened until she saw the omega remove his neck ring and walk towards Fu Han, who was resting on the stone bench. Only then did she snap out of her daze and stop as if a pause button had been pressed.
He hesitated, watching helplessly as the omega bent down to kiss Fu Han's cheek. His chest felt like it had been injected with a powerful, concentrated acid; once again, Ji Qingyu realized he had been deluding himself.
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